The poem which defines my life:

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!

I've gotta roll, roll away...

I want to look at this and recall that never will there be a week so ridiculous. If ever I whine, please remind me of this week. Apparently missing two weeks of school, then having Mardi Gras break, then one week to make up all of the work isn't a stressless series of events. Who knew? I have literally started homework and studying as soon as I got home and worked until two without stopping every night, and still I don't get everything done. Then I can't go to sleep because I pop too much Excedrin or can't breathe or there's too much thinking going on. It is sickening. So much so that I actually got sick last night/today. Puking is gross, especially when you have to just keep doing it in order to be able to concentrate on studying. I think the problem is that I never study or do homework in the slightest so going from 15 minutes of homework a night to like 11 hours is a little overwhelming. And what's getting to me is that everyone else is constantly complaining about the workloads of hell week and I want to just be like YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA SHUT YOUR MOUTH. Not to mention that this form of non-learning and constant test taking has my grades in the total shitter.

I'm sorry I whine. Not really to anyone who would read this because only, like, Hayli would. Maybe Matt. But I'm just generally sorry for my state of mind right now. Regretful. On the bright side, many people are very impressed with my level of composure. They should be.

Comparatively I've been totally lax tonight and still have an assload to do. I think the homestretch is just too much to think about right now. I want to sleep and watch tv and have a life. Oh well.

Note: lost 5 lbs.
Keep it up, Allison and Aimee.
We're going to be hot shit by cruise time.